Pretty In Pink
I actually quite like cricket and my son and a couple of his friends came round last to watch the Twenty20 final between Middlesex and Kent. I have Sky and they don’t!
At least I know the basics of the game as my father took Mary and myself to a couple of matches at Lords, as he felt that we should appreciate everything, rather than just those things that girls did. I used to find it a bit boring, but I did enjoy some of the Sunday matches that used to take place for charity before the start of the various Sunday Leagues. I seem to remember seeing Fred Trueman smash everybody all over the ground at somewhere like Highgate. Or it could have been Southgate or Winchmore Hill? My memories gone.
What though would my father have made of last night?
With Middlesex playing in pink!
But they did win, even if it was a bit closer than it should have been.
